Sleep. Phantom Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

It doesn't really ever go away.
I sleeplessly say.
It must lay upon each eye lid.
Sending drowsy glances to a pictured wall.

They slide shut next to one another
Down my cheeks I try to peek
One DREARY DROWSY DOZING BLINK at a time
Can't seem to ever really sleep.

See here DUSK has beget a marvelous SUNSET.
YET can't keep pace.
The sleep race.
The sleep PHANTOM without its face.

Day by day I ache to view a sympathetic
SUNRISE.
Lastly
Maybe
If at all
The sun would bow it's radial head and I
Would have a restful sleep.
Yet I pace and pace and pace.

In this Lonely insane insomniacs RACE.
Without a wink a blink to keep.
Must find sleep.

Estranged alone.
Maybe stretching out minutes in an
UNFAMILIAR time zone.
Groaning. Sleep without its home and
GONE.